I wake to the beginning of another night.
The cold air from the fridge greets my hand as I feel for the bottle of milk. I need my coffee; it opens the door to my early morning walks.
I feel the playful nudge from Khan, as he nuzzles the palm of my hand with his wet nose as I fix his harness. He is as strong as he is loyal and smart.
The smell of lavender brushes the air from the park five blocks away. I whisper to Khan – I love being outdoors, as he continues to guide me.